- Xark’on -

The idea of Worshipping Caroline almost makes me black out. Our old shaman had many failings, but he was very thorough about instructing us in how to deal with The Woman when she arrived. And Worship was a very important part of that.

“Yes,” I reply to her unexpected question, but my throat is dry, so it makes me cough. “Yes,” I repeat when I’ve collected myself. “He did.”

She looks at me with her big eyes. “I wonder if you’d like to do that? With me? Later?”

The world spins around me. “I can do it right now,” I state immediately as my heart races.

She smiles with that extremely soft and sweet mouth. “That’s very kind of you to offer, but this place isn’t really that well suited for it. Too many rocks? But did you know a woman can also Worship a man?”

My knees feel weak underneath me. The very thought ... the shaman never told us about that.

“No,” I wheeze in a dry mouth. Does she mean ...? I know about the myth that a man can insert his manhood into the woman’s slit and thus somehow produce babies, but I’m vague on the details.

She puts a hand gently on the straining bulge in my trousers. “I really want to show you. Do you mind?”

I say something, but it only comes out as a dry croak.

“Cool. Just a moment.” Caroline walks over to the stream and cleans her hands of the white clay. I remain, petrified and worried my legs won’t carry me if I try to walk now.

She comes back and points to a large rock. “You want to sit down? More pleasant for both of us.”

I stagger stiffly over and sit down, feeling detached from what’s happening.

Caroline places my sack on the ground in front of me. I have no idea what it is she’s planning.

She kneels in front of me and again touches the crotch of my trousers. “You want to take it out, or shall I?”

I immediately fumble with the drawstring of the trousers, but my fingers are stiff, and my mind is in turmoil, so I have trouble undoing the simple knot and fumble annoyingly with it before it comes loose.

“Do you mind?” Caroline sticks her slender hand down my trousers and pulls my shaft out. It needs little encouragement before it stands proudly out of the garment.

“Oh migaaad,” Caroline gasps in her alien way. “It sinormus!”

I don’t know what the words mean, but her reaction makes me feel proud and strong. Her cool hands on my hot, hard manhood is almost more than I can handle. It’s dreamlike and extremely real, all at the same time. It’s like I can’t control my limbs, and all my attention is focused on the woman in front of me. I’ve been fighting these emotions since I met her, but now she leaves me no choice.

She gives me an enigmatic smirk. “Tell me if you like this.”

Then she takes the head of my cock into her mouth.

I twitch from both surprise and endless delight. The heat and moisture in there almost makes me spill my seed at that moment.

She must have noticed, because she looks up at me and smiles around the shaft. Then she tightens her lips and takes me in much deeper.

I almost faint. All my attention is at my crotch, and if a rekh were to come charging, I wouldn’t notice before it had killed us both.

Caroline places a cool hand on the shaft, and again I twitch involuntarily. This woman is... I realize that there are no words for what she is.

She starts sliding my cock in and out between her lips, using her tongue and her hand, and I don’t know what else she uses. Some kind of sorcery.

This is so wrong. A woman Worshipping a man? Absurd! It has all the hallmarks of sorcery. But the shaman never warned us against this. So it can’t be all that bad.

I almost laugh. Bad? How could Caroline ever do something bad? She’s a woman!

The unbelievable sensations and her beautiful face and her scent and shape and entire presence control me completely. I want this to go on forever, and at the same time I want to be taken to the peak and plummet. And that’s exactly what happens. I feel the sudden heat and croak a warning to Caroline.

But she keeps going, faster, and then I grunt uncontrollably as the juice shoots out of me with a wave of pleasure. Most of it ends up on the ground, and some is running down Caroline’s face.

And yet she just smiles!

“I think you needed that,” she says with her clear voice as she takes her hand off my manhood. “And you deserved it more than anyone I’ve ever met.”

Then she gets up and walks over to the stream with that wonderful, round gait that must be because of her wide hips.

Her hair shines in the sun, the tendons of her calves tighten with each step, her narrow shoulders swing freely.

Truly she is a wonder. And I thought I could use her for bait in the trap!

I slap my forehead. How stupid can one get? I could never use her like that. It would be like cutting up a Lifegiver and using its pieces as washrags. No, much worse than that.

Caroline cleans her hands again, squatting delicately by the stream. Could she be The Woman after all? With all her magic and secret knowledge, it would fit. More or less. If the shaman was wrong about almost everything.

Perhaps the basic idea of The Woman bringing back the tribe’s women is correct, but the details are wrong? Perhaps the real Prophecy states that The Woman will worship the man, not the other way around? Perhaps her intended act is not to go to the Ancestors to get the other women back, but to help bring them back in some other way?

I shake my head. That brings back the bait image again, and I don’t want that.

Here she comes. Her face is aglow with beauty. Such an otherworldly being!

“Get up, warrior, we’re not done,” she chirps.